Post by Oblivion on Jun 12, 2011 19:24:28 GMT -5
~._-*With complete silence, you sit still. You don't dare to move. With both Oblivion and Phillip Baines spewing out verbal poison, each word that comes out of their mouths, is pure gold. Your heart is pounding with anticipation, mixed in with excitement. The tension is building. the powder keg, is about to explode. Everyone around is biting at the bit, giggling with excitement, for the hardcore title match-up, at Blast. The match was slated as a triple threat match, but it looks like Reckless Jack had something else, better to do, with his time. But, the verbal warfare between Oblivion and the WC F Hardcore Champion has been 100 percent MUST WATCH TV!!! Each competitor has been using their strengths. Baines with his silver tongue. Baines has the ability to sell a wheel chair to a NASCAR driver, to use in a race or even better...Phillip Baines could sell ice water to an eskimo. There is more, he is trying convince himself and everyone else that he can defeat the absentee Reckless Jack and Oblivion, to retain his championship. Words are just that. words. Sticks and stones. Nothing else, nothing more. As the days go on and Blast gets closer, there are more and more reasons, Oblivion has to prove everyone wrong.
You look ahead and you see The Monster Oblivion just standing there, snarling under IT's breath. It is very obvious that the last statements, Phillip Baines made, has infuriated The Dark One. Right beside the Monster, is a very large garbage bag. The garbage bag is moving around. There is noise coming from the bag. Oblivion kicks the bag and whimper comes from the bag. Oblivion smiles. the glee turns back to furious anger, as IT looks straight ahead...*-_.~
Oblivion: At first, Oblivion expected tough competition from the Hardcore Champion, Phillip Baines. From his previous comments, Oblivion was right. But, he has gotten everything ALL-L-L screwed up, as usual. God damn it, Phillip. Don't you ever know when it's time shut the hell up. You keep talking and more bullshit rolls off your tongue! Oblivion was just content with just kicking your ass and taking the title away from you. But, now... OH-H-H-H-H HELL-L-L-L NO!!! In a week you made this match VERY fucking personal!! You dug up every frickin' skeleton you could find. But, again your trying to get inside the head of Oblivion. But, again your dumb-ass forgets....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion knocks on the head of Stephan Johnson.*-_.~
Oblivion: This is not Oblivion's head. You can waste your time flapping your gums, while Oblivion prepares for the match.[/color]
~._-*Oblivion pulls off IT's t-shirt and shows the extremely well-built physique. Muscles well toned and well sculpted. Oblivion roars out, as IT poses, with front bicep shot.*-_.~
Oblivion: Just because your well liked, doesn't mean your points are valid. You went as far and called Oblivion a fat retard. Really?! Really, Baines?!? Right before a hardcore title match and you call the Beast, The Monster, a fat retard. Now, who is being mentally challenged. there is no fucking way, you leaving out of Delta Center, with you damn title. Hell, at this point, you will be lucky just leaving alive. You think Oblivion is shitting with you. You talked all that crap and now you're questioning Oblivion!! Now, who's being retarted?! Keep poking Oblivion with a stick. It might end up lodged in your skull, penetrating your brain, leaving you as lump, slumped in some alley, collecting change to live off of. You just pissed off a crazy person. A very large insane person, with a monsterous personality disorder, with no regards to another human being. You think saying all that, is gonna put Oblivion off IT's game....NO!! HELL NO!! In fact, Oblivion should thank you. From your last statement, Oblivion had a great laugh. How obsurd!! Let's hope you put up a better fight, than you tell jokes. Cuz, as a joke teller... YOU SUCK!!!
You stand around with your YMCA looking black leather jacket and your pretty looks. With a strut to your walk. You make Oblivion sick! It makes Oblivion want to walk over and slap that stupid little face, of yours!!! You're nothing than a pretty boy, with a big mouth, who has been on a lucky streak, of late!! It's now time, BOY for that lucky streak to come to an end!! That end happens, at Blast!! At that pay per view, BOY, Oblivion is gonna take that stupid leather jacket and shove it down your stinkin' throat and pull a sleeve out your ass and bounce you around, like damn yo-yo!! You following me, kid. You're a great talker and great sense on how to give out punishment. But, all great things HAVE to come to an end, sometimes. It's time for you to move on!! You won't have much, of a choice, once Oblivion takes that championship away from you.
The talking stops now! Better get prepared, kid. You think it's gonna be a cake walk and Oblivion is telling you, that you'll be lucky if you can even able to walk after the match!! It's time to shut you up!! So, at Blast, I guess this retard is gonna.... KICK YOUR ASS!! With that Baines, you can....!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion starts to walk away, but quickly turns around and takes a barbed wire baseball bat and jabs it into the camera. The camera falls, sparking everywhere. Right as it begins to fade out, the camera view slowly goes into static.Oblivion kneels down and looks into the broken fallen camera and says....*-_.~
Oblivion: Next time, it's gonna be the side of your skull! Never underestimate a crazy person. Now, you can choke on that, bitch!!
You look ahead and you see The Monster Oblivion just standing there, snarling under IT's breath. It is very obvious that the last statements, Phillip Baines made, has infuriated The Dark One. Right beside the Monster, is a very large garbage bag. The garbage bag is moving around. There is noise coming from the bag. Oblivion kicks the bag and whimper comes from the bag. Oblivion smiles. the glee turns back to furious anger, as IT looks straight ahead...*-_.~
Oblivion: At first, Oblivion expected tough competition from the Hardcore Champion, Phillip Baines. From his previous comments, Oblivion was right. But, he has gotten everything ALL-L-L screwed up, as usual. God damn it, Phillip. Don't you ever know when it's time shut the hell up. You keep talking and more bullshit rolls off your tongue! Oblivion was just content with just kicking your ass and taking the title away from you. But, now... OH-H-H-H-H HELL-L-L-L NO!!! In a week you made this match VERY fucking personal!! You dug up every frickin' skeleton you could find. But, again your trying to get inside the head of Oblivion. But, again your dumb-ass forgets....[/color]
~._-*Oblivion knocks on the head of Stephan Johnson.*-_.~
Oblivion: This is not Oblivion's head. You can waste your time flapping your gums, while Oblivion prepares for the match.[/color]
~._-*Oblivion pulls off IT's t-shirt and shows the extremely well-built physique. Muscles well toned and well sculpted. Oblivion roars out, as IT poses, with front bicep shot.*-_.~
Oblivion: Just because your well liked, doesn't mean your points are valid. You went as far and called Oblivion a fat retard. Really?! Really, Baines?!? Right before a hardcore title match and you call the Beast, The Monster, a fat retard. Now, who is being mentally challenged. there is no fucking way, you leaving out of Delta Center, with you damn title. Hell, at this point, you will be lucky just leaving alive. You think Oblivion is shitting with you. You talked all that crap and now you're questioning Oblivion!! Now, who's being retarted?! Keep poking Oblivion with a stick. It might end up lodged in your skull, penetrating your brain, leaving you as lump, slumped in some alley, collecting change to live off of. You just pissed off a crazy person. A very large insane person, with a monsterous personality disorder, with no regards to another human being. You think saying all that, is gonna put Oblivion off IT's game....NO!! HELL NO!! In fact, Oblivion should thank you. From your last statement, Oblivion had a great laugh. How obsurd!! Let's hope you put up a better fight, than you tell jokes. Cuz, as a joke teller... YOU SUCK!!!
You stand around with your YMCA looking black leather jacket and your pretty looks. With a strut to your walk. You make Oblivion sick! It makes Oblivion want to walk over and slap that stupid little face, of yours!!! You're nothing than a pretty boy, with a big mouth, who has been on a lucky streak, of late!! It's now time, BOY for that lucky streak to come to an end!! That end happens, at Blast!! At that pay per view, BOY, Oblivion is gonna take that stupid leather jacket and shove it down your stinkin' throat and pull a sleeve out your ass and bounce you around, like damn yo-yo!! You following me, kid. You're a great talker and great sense on how to give out punishment. But, all great things HAVE to come to an end, sometimes. It's time for you to move on!! You won't have much, of a choice, once Oblivion takes that championship away from you.
The talking stops now! Better get prepared, kid. You think it's gonna be a cake walk and Oblivion is telling you, that you'll be lucky if you can even able to walk after the match!! It's time to shut you up!! So, at Blast, I guess this retard is gonna.... KICK YOUR ASS!! With that Baines, you can....!!![/color]
~._-*Oblivion starts to walk away, but quickly turns around and takes a barbed wire baseball bat and jabs it into the camera. The camera falls, sparking everywhere. Right as it begins to fade out, the camera view slowly goes into static.Oblivion kneels down and looks into the broken fallen camera and says....*-_.~
Oblivion: Next time, it's gonna be the side of your skull! Never underestimate a crazy person. Now, you can choke on that, bitch!!
